In a dance with shadows, sorrow firmly grips 

Submerged in tears, strength in her heart slips 

Whispers of disdain echo in the silent air,  

A relentless pain, heavy, beyond compare.  

Alone, I stand, haunted by my imperfections,

Confronting thoughts that arise from introspection. 

Mirrors, cruel canvases for distorted art, 

For in this illusion, my soul is torn apart. 

In my dreams, I envision girls who stroll with grace, 

Their twirling hair, a captivating embrace.

As I pinch my skin, 

Feeling thicker than thin 

I hold my breath, stomach sucked in.

My mind is in a fog, low grumbles persist 

Recollection eludes me, the last meal dismissed 

I unveil the map to a healing journey, 

discovering the origins of my reflection.

In the shadows' embrace, I twirl with grace,

A dance within, a reflection to trace.

My tears resemble a symphony of perfections 

Whispers become echoes of self-love affection 

Now I stand, proud and strong

My reflection, an enduring image, that will never fade.

Mirrors, once shattered by self-hate,

Now bound together by my compassionate embrace. 

I hold the key, 

Beauty blooms within, not just for all to see.